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#bless you John
ellenchain · 12 days
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John Hopkins, va for Lucas, does a podcast about history. https://open.spotify.com/show/2mcJ0sFMn4TdKCQrxoLPgO?si=nhx1Z-y0RZ-11cVA7ubt5g excuse me while I gain a new timesink
Oh noooo I didn’t see your message!!! I am so sorry! 💔
I hope you learned a lot from Lucas while he talks about history! I don’t see a timesink, just a new method to learn very interesting facts 😌
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captainswhore · 27 days
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you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.
he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.
his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.
"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"
you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"
and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white
(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)
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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months
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"Anything you want." Sir, I made a puddle, and I'm swimming in it. I had to take a step outside and let the cold air hit my face before my uterus burns through my body. Thanks.
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stinglesswasp · 6 months
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Fanart of all that's said in the low light by headlocket
This fic will make you cry the most cathartic tears ever. Be sure to also check out the epilogue, in lieu of the bells 🥹🧡🧡
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zzoupz · 1 year
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the them. I swear this is the last time I'm changing any design sorry
+ stuff idk
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fiyaharts · 3 months
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chris is no longer allowed to address the waitstaff after the sweet cheeks incident
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chellilonaaphra · 2 years
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s0fter-sin · 6 months
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it takes far too long for soap to realise ghost won’t touch him anymore
he doesn’t avoid him, which he considers no small a miracle given how he usually treats his emotions, and he’s too busy being thankful to notice. thankful he didn’t run from him, thankful his simon has returned to him, no matter how changed he is from the man he knew. ghost doesn’t shy away from his touch so long as he knows it’s coming and he spends long nights just tracing the scars on his newly bared face; following half-remembered tracks and memorising new ones
but ghost never reaches back. he’ll press into his hands like a starved man, melt beneath the smallest of touches but he never initiates. and now, his regular touches have disappeared; no longer does he clap him on the back after a job well done, doesn’t cheekily nudge him after making a recruit shit themself just by giving them a look and soap hadn’t realised how much he’s come to rely on them until they stopped. how much he’s grown to care for ghost the way he used to care for simon
he can’t confront him about it; ghost’s fight or flight always firmly tuned to flight when it came to matters about himself. soap would’ve if it meant fight; if ghost would just put his hands on him again, he’d take his violence with the passion of a lover, wear the marks he left behind with grateful pride. but he remembers the look on ghost’s face when he’d ripped his balaclava off, when he’d stripped his barrier and his protection and spat, “i ruined you the moment i touched you!”
so soap waits. he waits for ghost to crawl into his bunk, to take off his mask and surrender himself to his touch; a touch that seems to burn as much as it freed. and instead of taking his face in his hands and worshiping it the way he has every other night ghost’s come to him, soap takes his gloved hand in his own
ghost flinches, the preemptive bliss fading from his eyes as reluctant fear takes its place. soap brings it up so it hovers between them and already feels him edge backwards. he doesn’t let it stop him and gently tugs his fingers free of the glove one at a time until his hand is bare to him; visibly shaking in the dark. soap brings it towards his face, holding firm when ghost tries to yank it back and presses into it; his breath hitching as he finally gets the touch he’s missed for years
“stop, john,” ghost whispers and it hurts to hear the pain in his voice; closer to begging for the soft touch to end than he’s ever been under torture
“no,” he refuses, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm
his eyes shine in the dark, arm twitching as he fights himself; pulling back against his grip and leaning into him in turn. (how can he stand to put his mouth on him; can’t he taste it? the dirt and decay that lives under his skin? the maggots that swim in the slow beat of his blood; the rot he’s been trying so hard not to spread to him but he’s weak.) “you don’t know how broken i am. i’ll ruin you, john.”
soap kisses him again; thick, phantom blood coating his lips. “i’m not letting you slip through my fingers again,” he promises, swallowing it down. “i’ve missed you too much to be afraid of getting cut, simon.”
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sherlockianscholar · 7 months
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look at holmes holding onto watson's arm. even in 1893, everyone knew that holmes is a bottom.
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hawkeyeslaughter · 1 month
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70s ( ish ) duos played by two men who are close friends in real life whose dynamic onscreen represent complicated relationships with an unspoken understanding of a deep bond and devotion to each other . said duos that , in subtle ways , parallel each other . you will rot my mind forever and ever
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ringosmistress · 3 months
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orthodoxsoul · 10 months
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Laughter has been implanted in our soul that the soul may sometimes be refreshed
-St. John Chrysostom
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harukapologist · 3 months
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Am I allowed to request some john and haruka platonic cuddles T^T
Oh my gosh yes absolutely you are allowed, in fact you are encouraged to request any p!0109 omgomg thank you so much for this!!! This made me so happy to draw, thank you thank you 😭💗💗💗
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I am DELIGHTED that I wasn't the only one who thought of Haruka & John interactions. John is very protective of his little bro Haru
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justcommander · 4 months
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I think everyone had already done this and I'm late but hey!
Animal version of Faith characters. I wanted to have some fun with this.
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iovesia · 11 months
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i have 2 silly mean!constantine and crybaby!reader thoughts!!
first, he calls you ‘bunny’ sometimes, right? i’m thinking abt john’s girl having a pet bunny!! soo he got two bunnies in the house, he likes to kiss both of your noses and pats the top of your heads!!
and second, reader having a bunny plushie!! he often sometimes gets jealous when you hug it instead of him tho :(( while you both were laying down on the bed he sees you holding that little bunny plush to your chest and then he snatches it right off of you!!
you ask him to “please, john, give her back :(( !!” but that just fuels him to lift it higher up into the air.. don’t get me started when you start to get pouty while sniffling and whining, jumping and trying to reach for your plushie.. gosh!
plus, this is what i thought of crybaby and her pet bunny/plush tho…
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i'M ACTUALLY KICKING MY FEET— THIS IS SAUR GOODDD!!
oh, john 100% gets the reader a pet bunny as a gag gift at first— a bunny for his bunny! and he’s surprised at how attached she’s become to it.
“hey, bunny,” john greets you from the door, hanging his coat up before turning to see you sat on the couch, holding the tiny furball in your hands, “..and hello, other bunny.”
mean!constantine is a petty jerk, and you often see him glaring at you and your toy bunny like a petulant child. He loves to annoy and piss off crybaby!reader, so you’re gonna need to have a tight grip on your plushie or he’ll just snatch it from you :((
“john, seriously, that’s not funny!” you pout, trying to reach for it, but are evidently blocked by john’s hand on your chest. he’s gently pushing you away, and with the other arm he’s holding your beloved plushie above you. "you're such a dick!"
“ouch, that wasn't very nice," he tsk-tsked at you with faux-hurt laced in his voice. "..would be a shame if i were to just.. rip it, hm?”
constantine’s cheshire smirk grows on his lips as he watches your face drop at the bluff. the way your brows furrow, and lashes glisten with frustrated tears— he lives for this stuff, the sadistic bastard.
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circlepitlouis · 4 months
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Tour with Louis Tomlinson WHEN?!
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The Maine
Phoenix, AZ - The Van Buren (01/20)
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